Punch through
the tiger paper wall
of things that would not
burn

(send these dreams into the
sky of places in my soul I can
no longer hide)

Stuff underneath the surface of
who I really am the fact
that we would have bled and
died to be united for just one instant

instead surviving for an infinite festering
of un-alive sadness
to prove we weren't afraid to run
away from the only
fucking thing that
really mattered